Aging Well | Last Active: Oct 23, 2020 | Replies (51)
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Actually, because Marty was a brittle diabetic before we got married 34 years ago, I've been a sort of caregiver since even before we were married, so that wasn't really much different. In fact, I was amazed at how few additional things I was required to do. I'd love to ease up on the caregiving activities, but each time I refuse to serve, there's an ugly shouting match. I hate dissent, so avoid those as much as possible. I use up my entire tolerance for ugliness by trying to get him to walk a short distance at least once a day. If I had more backbone, I'd insist that he do the list of suggested PT exercises, too…but I just can't tolerate that much fighting. It's also disappointing that, after all the years I've cared for him, cooked to meet the demands of his diet, he's never been willing to do anything similar for me. During the four years I was actively ill with Meniere's, I worked more than full time, did the housekeeping and the yard work. Ditto when I had cancer, ditto now that the Meniere's monster has returned. As my daughter has always said, "life isn't fair, not even a small picnic."